It all started with “Anything you want Mistress." That was John's response, when asked just what he was interested in doing if given the opportunity to session with Lady Akane. Any seasoned Mistress would find this cause for elation as having a rigid, scripted session can be painfully boring. Poor John was unaware of how he sealed his own fate with his very words and what kind of license he had just given Lady Akane, the very license to use and abuse him if it was what She wanted. After-all, he did say "Anything."
It had been two weeks since he had booked the appointment, and he had been living in anticipation as the days seemed to drag on and on. And slowly the thought occurred to him that perhaps he should have given his answer a little more consideration when telling Lady Akane She could use him entirely at Her whim. The anxiety began to build up as the session date approached. All John could think about was the session and the predicament he probably had gotten himself into due to his overzealous desire to please Lady Akane with his response when questioned on what kind of session he would enjoy to have with Her. It was all starting to settle in his feeble brain that when it comes to BDSM, the range of "play" possibilities are so vast that anything could encompass a range of activities from sensual spanking to being encased in a rubber body bag with electric units on your genitals and a straw coming from your mouth with someone breathing into it as the only way to keep you alive. Yes, "Anything" was a silly thing to say.
John waited on pins and needles until his appointment with Lady Akane. When it finally arrived, Friday at 2pm, he was filled with both an eager desire to play with his Mistress a slight twinge of dread at what he might expect as the result of his own enthusiasm. He wondered what devious things She had dreamt up for him, and if their session had been as heavily on Her mind the past two weeks as it was on his. To confound the issue, he decided he needed to book TWO hours, which leaves a lot more room for torture opportunity if Lady Akane happened to be of a sadistic mindset that day.
John was obedient. He called from the corner before he arrived, his voice shaking a bit as he explained who he was. He was given directions to the building and with his heart jumping in his chest a little with every step, he finally made it to the door. He was immediately buzzed in and found himself beginning to sweat as he stood before the elevator, knowing that pushing the button and entering would seal his currently unknown fate. His hand shook as he extended it to press the button that called the elevator to him. The elevator opened with a foreboding, grinding noise that sent a small shiver up John's spine, and then back down again.
Knowing that he was just moments away from being usurped by Lady Akane's presence was almost too much for him to bear, but there was no turning back now. Before he knew when was happening, the elevator doors close with the same grinding noise with which they opened and the sweat was now visibly dripping from John's face. He quickly took a tissue to wipe it, as not to look non-presentable when he arrived. He pushed the button gingerly, as if he were doing it in slow motion, and slowly the elevator creaked up 2 floors. The doors slid open and John stepped into the tiny foyer that separated the elevator from the dungeon. He tried to swallow the nerves that had begun to well up in the back of his throat as he was greeted by the Studio's receptionist.
"Come in," she smiled.
John obeyed without hesitation, and stood before the secretary looking like a poor pathetic fish that had just accidentally jumped out of the ocean and could not return. "I'm here to uh…. here-to-see-Akane."
His jumbled response made him insecure and also he realized he forgot to title his Mistress, a big "no-no." "LADY Akane," the receptionist gently scolded, making sure to the emphasize the title "Lady," so John would understand in no uncertain terms he was dealing with a woman of authority. She then led him to the first room on the right, instructing him to undress and await the arrival of his Mistress. The stern tone in Her directives only made his condition worse, as any anxiety he might have swallowed was now rising to the surface and threatening to eject itself all at once. But he knew there was no escape, and he entered the dimly lit room… the lights so low he could barely see what lay before him. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe not. He quickly located the silhouette of what looked like a table and quickly undressed, placing his neatly folded clothes upon it.
The receptionist entered the room a few moments later, startling him and coldly instructed him to turn around. He didn't dare disobey. He was now a naked, vulnerable mess before her and the reality of the situation was starting to register as he felt a blindfold being snuggly secured to his head while he was led to a chair and told to be seated. "Don’t move an inch," the voice commanded with authority. Her words trailed off as John sat in the dark hearing nothing but the last echoing syllables of her voice and the door that closed quietly behind it. John couldn't keep track of time, but it seemed as if he was sitting in this chair for an eternity with a silence so intrusive is was nearly deafening. He listened as hard as he could while trying even harder not to move a single muscle in his body, lest he be found out and punished for disobedience. But all he could hear for his efforts was the sound of his own strained breathing accompanied by his own, rapid heartbeat.
Then there was a noise. Or was there? At first the sound was so faint, John could only attribute to his imagination and the extreme heightened state of anxiety that engulfed his exposed body. But as She came closer, the sound became more audible and definitely more real. John was hearing the unmistakable sounds of a woman's high heels dangerously encountering the hardwood floors. The sound was serious, ominous even… and then it suddenly stopped. Now there was a small "click" of the doorknob turning followed by a shutting and locking sound that made him feel entirely trapped. John began to shake nervously in his chair, still blindfolded and waiting for some sort of barrier to disrupt the silence. But Lady Akane toyed with him for a few moments as She surveyed Her surroundings to make sure everything was properly in place for their session. She said nothing, and simply moved about the room with those clicking heels and every time that they tapped the ground John lost a little more of his breath.
Finally, the Lady came close to him, bending down to whisper in his ear. “You said I could do anything I wanted… and I’m going to do just that, " She informed him. Her voice was soft, yet discernibly stern.
John couldn’t help but blurt out, “ Lady Akane! I am so glad to finally be able to sess…“ But before he could finish, something round and tasting of rubber was forcefully shoved into his mouth and roughly fastened to the back of his head. "I don't remember asking you to speak," She scolded. Good thing I anticipated you wouldn't be able to control that eager mouth of yours and so I conveniently brought one of my gags to make sure you can't utter a single sound." Her words terrified him, he was suddenly chocked into silence even without the gag. He then heard a rustling beside him and his arms, which had originally been resting at his sides, were swiftly bound, hoisted up into the air and anchored to something above him. During those few moments She leaned over him to put him in the proper suspended position, John couldn't help but inhale deeply as Her perfume invaded his senses. Her scent smelled of nutmeg, clove, candy and sweat. But he was soon jerked away from his intoxication as the Mistress began work on securing his legs. He didn’t need his eyes to be able to tell She was quite skilled with rope. She made quick work of his legs, which had been forced open and strapped to, what he could only assume was stirrups, judging by the fact that his thighs were spread wide apart, leaving him completely exposed .
“What have I gotten myself into?” he thought to himself as the room was now engulfed in that silence that had stifled him just minutes ago. John was suddenly becoming painfully aware of how vulnerable he was as he felt the cool breeze of the air conditioner gently caress his very exposed member. John heard a small but indiscernible sound as Lady Akane walked over to get something from the other end of the room. As She walked away from him, any trace of Her lingering scent vanished and when She returned it was replaced by the harsh and sterile smell of rubbing alcohol. "Anything, John…" She seductively reminded him.
Then Her voice shifted to that of a cold scientist, stripped of emotion and concerned only with the subject before Her. “Subject: Caucasian Male. Early forties. Height: Six foot. Weight: 220lbs.” Said Lady Akane, without even the slightest touch of sentiment.
John tried to jump away from the cold spray of alcohol that dampened his genitals, but his bindings gave no where to jump. Lady Akane sprayed his genitals till they dripped with the cold substance and then proceeded to spray his nipples in the same manner to make sure the skin was sterile enough for Her experimentations.
The next smell that filled the room was a little more foreign to John. Rubbing alcoholic was a familiar scent, but what invaded his nostrils now was almost metallic and left a bitter taste in his mouth as the scent trickled from his nose to the back of his throat. As She applied this new and mysterious liquid to the body parts She had just gotten finished sterilizing, the smell grew more intense and it began to register that it was the smell of iodine. John tried to open his eyes beneath the blindfold, but was unsuccessful. The anxiety petrified him as he tried to imagine what Lady Akane had in store for him. He shivered with fear and anticipation as he felt Her wiping down his genitals with gauze that She held in her gloved hands. Despite the dread of what might soon happen to him, the poor slave grew quickly as She touched him, even with gloves and a piece of gauze. His uncontrollable physical response was met with one of Her own, a firm slap to the head of his cock that forced a muffled yelp from behind the gag.
Although he was blindfolded, he couldn't help but envision Her in his mind. He could almost swear he could see the smirk on Her beautiful face, judging by the little “hmm..” sound he heard while he was being inspected.
John listened closely for any hint of what might happen next. He strained his ears and his imagination to hear what She might do to him, since his eyes and the rest of his body were obviously useless to be used as guides and could not suggest hints of anything. All he had to rely on was his ears, and he listened intently as he heard a small, crinkling and rustling sound, like the sound of candy wrappers being eagerly torn open by an eager and undisciplined child. His intense concentration was abruptly interrupted by a sharp pain to his right nipple. "What was that he though?" Did she pinch him, cut him? He couldn't tell. But the pain was being administered repeatedly until he lost track of how many times he was subjected to it. The aching in his nipple was agonizing and he almost felt as if it were weighted, as if something were dragging down in his skin. He still didn't know what was happening but the increasing burning caused him an attempt to squeal, which was pitiful as it was muffled by the thick gag in his mouth.
Just when he thought he wouldn't be able to withstand the sensation anymore, a soothing voice guided him to the headspace necessary to endure. “Shush! It’s alright, You are doing wonderfully” Lady Akane said, reassuringly. She sensed it was necessary to lighten Her tone and recollect some of the emotion that was not present when She began Her experiment. A little encouragement can go a long way. “When I finish piercing your nipples," She told him sweetly, "if I’m happy with your behavior I’ll give you a lovely little treat.”
It took a moment for the words to register. "Piercing… nipples?" he repeated in his head silently. So that's what She was doing. That was the intense shooting pain that seared him all at once and then gave way to the dull aching and weighted feeling that was barely durable. He began to panic as he had never been pierced before, the thought alone was overwhelming even though he had just endured a handful of needles to one nipple. John was accustomed to paddles and the palms of a Mistress' hand disciplining him with a spanking; piercing was not something he ever even thought to suggest to himself. It must have entirely avoided his mind when he spoke those fateful words to Lady Akane 2 weeks ago. "Anything, Mistress."
Lady Akane sensed his panic as She watched him struggling in the chair. Despite his inability to go anywhere, She began gently stroking his needle-free nipple with soft and gentle caresses that gave way to a twinge of excitement despite the overwhelming sense of terror he was experiencing. "John," She encouraged, "you are a very good boy. You are doing a wonderful job and I am so pleased with you." She gently stroked his face and rubbed his back, tracing Her nails down his skin and reassuring him with a pleasant voice that his obedience was impressive. Slowly, he began to settle down.
He words soothed his aching nipple and as she began work on the other one, his experience of the pain transformed. It was sharp and piercing but also bittersweet because he wanted to please his Mistress and because Her words held so much comfort and encouragement. The pain sent a rush of pleasure tingling through his entire body with each new needle. He was so distracted by the sensation of cold metal being driven into his flesh that he could barely hear Her instruction to take deep breaths with each new needle. In his mind, he envisioned his nipples to resemble a pincushion. He held back whimpers of pain and pleasure intertwined and basked in the warmth that started at his abused nipples and spread to the rest of his body in waves.
Then, just as suddenly as Lady Akane had begun piercing his small nipples, She stopped. John could hear the sound of peeling latex and could hear Her tearing off her gloves and disposing of them in the trash. As soon as she had safely disposed of them, She unbuckled his blindfold and tossed it aside carefully, allowing him the first glimpse into Her mesmerizing eyes that held him spellbound. Suddenly all sense of pain vanished as Lady Akane smiled sweetly at him as his eyes adjusted from the darkness while She came clearly into focus before him.
"Look," She directed him calmly as She pointed about the room to scattered stainless steel plates that functioned as mirrors, allowing him to see the personal art project/experiment he had become at the hands of his Mistress. The vision in his mind was accurate, his nipples did look like pin cushions and for a second he felt another wave of panic rising to his throat, but Lady Akane neutralized that with Her soothing voice and praise. "See what a good boy you were for Me," she praised. Something that would have made him uncomfortable to see normally now brought an awkward smile to his gagged face. He looked at Lady Akane affectionately as She smiled down at him. He watched in awe of Her beauty as She put on a fresh pair of surgical gloves and gazed inquisitively at Her, wondering what Her next move could possibly be.
“You’ve been such a good boy John," Lady Akane began, "Letting Me play with your adorable little nipples. Since you’ve been so good, I think you deserve a little treat. Don’t you?” She asked sweetly, already obviously aware of his answer.
He muffled “Mhmm," because it was all he could say beneath his gag and She laughed a little at his predicament. That was all the response She needed to follow through.
She took a few small steps aside and he arched his neck to see what She was doing. There was a small clatter of metal, but She was now just outside of his field of vision so he really couldn’t tell what She was doing. When She was perfectly within his sight again, he saw that in Her right hand She held a slender metal rod that gleamed brightly with freshly applied lubricant.
She smiled and asked quietly, “Do you know what I’m going to do with this, John?”
He nodded his head as his eyes widened in fear and anticipation. The fear he had experienced in the beginning of the session rushed back with an unbridled force and he jerked a little beneath this bonds, terrified and contemplating how such an activity could be rewarding.
"Shhhh…." She said, as he started to gently protest beneath this gag. She could even see a tear forming in the corner of one eye. But She gently took hold of his flaccid cock, holding it at a slight angle and held the rounded tip of the rod against the opening. “This is going inside of you, John and you don't have a choice. But I need you to trust Me and I need you to relax for me - just like the good boy I know you are. I know you want to please me. And this is a treat. I promise, you’ll love this.” John was able to relax his body at the command of Her coaxing and he was also entranced by Her beauty which offered a distraction. "Just look into My eyes and concentrate only on that," She commanded. He did as he was told, and the experience was transformed from a potentially horrifying one to one that was immensely gratifying.
The metal rod slid in effortlessly and he stared wide-eyed as the long metal object slowly disappeared into his cock. The sensation it brought was almost confusing to him, yet nonetheless amazing. It was the combined feeling of something different and the pressure of the most amazing blowjob. Just as the object had about half an inch left protruding from the head of his cock, Lady Akane gently slid it back out. This was a whole other sensation entirely. Almost like ejaculating and urinating simultaneously. She proceeded to slide it in and slide it back out several more times before pulling it out completely. All the while John, had he not been gagged, would have had his jaw to the floor gaping in shock and ecstasy.
“Oh, we’re not done yet!” Lady Akane said softly after removing the rod completely and placing in aside on the nearby table. She was out of sight again and John craned his neck as far as he could, but he couldn’t quite see what She was doing. He wasn’t in suspense for too long when She lifted a slightly thicker rod and dangled it playfully in front of him. “Next up is this one! But, just so you know, we are working our way to this one..” and just as She finished Her sentence, Her other hand lifted a peculiar shaped rod that although thinner, had a rather thick bit of rounded metal at the end… “The rosebud…”she smiled.
She worked in the second rod just as She had done the first, pulled it out and let it slip back in a few times and then gently pulled it out and set it aside and reached for the Rosebud for the finale. “Don’t worry, since it’s your first time with sounds, I picked a really small one," She said as She lubricated the rod in prepared it for insertion. John was obviously growing excited and he was also proud of himself for enduring such an experience. He was in complete awe that Lady Akane and manipulated his endurance and pushed his limits and by the time it was all said and done he was almost collapsed from the ecstasy. He didn't ever want to leave, which made Lady Akane smile a little, but the session was now officially over.
She allowed him to get dressed and then returned to lead him to the elevator. “I’m glad you had a good time, John," She said, which She had gathered judging from the ear to ear grin on his face. "Aren’t you glad you let Me pick?” She asked seductively while showing him out.
“Yes, Mistress," John replied with sincerity and adoration. May I come and see you again next week?"
"Of course you can," Lady Akane responded, a grin now forming on Her own face. "What exactly would you like to do when you see Me again?" She asked as the door began to close behind them.
"Anything, Mistress," he said without a single trace of hesitation.
Lady Akane smiled and thought to Herself, "Yes, anything…"
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